Intro: 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-Unit
Chorus: 50 Cent
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
Verse 1: 50 Cent
You like it when she do that right thurr (Right thurr)
Man we ain't trip we 'gom mo'f**kin purr (Purr)
Now I got my tre pound seven right hurr (Right hurr)
N**** call the cops if you want I don't curr (Don't curr)
It's G-Unit we don't f**kin play furr (Play furr)
My s**t is mine your s**t we gotta share (We gotta share)
Dogs of the chaiun my N***** bewurr (Bewurr)
In New York City I'm the mo'f**kin mayurr (I'm the mayurr)
I make a hundred G's on my neck like don't sturr (Don't sturr)
The lights, tihe ice for your vision might blurr (Might blurr)
B**** get outta line I smack your a** right hurr (Right hurr)
Run get who you want I don't mo'f**kin curr (Don't curr)
Chorus: 50 Cent
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this b**** right, right, right, right, right thurr
Verse 2: Young Buck
Young Buck in this b**** right, right, right, right, right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock, they just mad cause I'm hot
Hollerin f**k the copsthey just mad cause I'm hot
Thugged out, you can get up or get the f**k out
Come south, let me shoe you n***** what Buck bout
I ain't sacred, you coward b****es better beware
The Source Awards to them Bia Boys G-Unit there
Here I go, whoever want beef let me know
I ain't one of them artist that's on that P. Diddy show
I can hit you with the scope or hit you with some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back soon as you want more
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